The first thing Felicity noticed when she opened her eyes that morning was that nothing hurt.
No exhaustion pulling at the edges of her, the kind that had lived in her bones since before the cubs had even come. Just morning light through gauzy curtains and the quiet sound of birds outside, and a body that felt, for the first time in longer than she could remember, entirely her own again.
She lay there for a moment just breathing it in.
Then she was up, throwing back the blankets before Ivan's warm bulk beside her could even stir, already thinking about flour and sugar and the particular way Dimitri's face lit up when something sweet came out of an oven.
